Enlightened (Untwisted Series Book 4)

by Alice Raine

  As much as I was happy – thrilled – to sign the first paper, this one I wholeheartedly did not want. We might still take part in scenes where we reverted to our roles of Dominant and submissive, but as our relationship had grown so had our boundaries. Our old contract had long been ripped up in favour of a more mainstream lifestyle with the occasional kink mixed in and I liked it that way. It suited both of us perfectly, meeting the needs we had and giving our life balance, but to put our sexual limits on paper again? To me that felt like a huge step backwards.

  Looking down my eyes skimmed the points he’d made on the contract; safe words to be used freely and without hesitation at any sign of discomfort. No bondage, no impact play, no rough sex, and no use of penetrative toys. The list went on, and on, and on. Nathan had clearly thought long and hard about this, even including things in the contract that we never even attempted, like “no scenes involving suspension” and “no breath play”.

  Blowing my hair out of my eyes I looked at Nathan and rolled my lips between my teeth until they formed a tight line. ‘This includes things we’ve never even done together, Nathan. Does that mean you’ve always wanted to do this stuff to me and need it on here to remind you not to?’ I asked cautiously, feeling a rumble of concern in my stomach, ‘I mean – breath play? Does the idea of affecting my breathing turn you on?’

  ‘What?’ he frowned, snatching the paper from me and trailing down the list with his finger. ‘Fuck. No, of course not. I must have left that on the list by mistake.’ Turning to me he shrugged apologetically, ‘I was feeling uneasy this morning so I emailed an acquaintance of mine, Frazer, for some advice. I met him through Club Twist, but he lives up in Scotland now. He lives a Dom/sub lifestyle with his wife that is pretty similar in setup to ours. They’ve got two kids and one on the way so he sent me a list of do’s and don’ts that I might find useful.’

  Picking up a pen from the side table he crossed out the line involving breath play, ‘I was a bit rushed and obviously didn’t edit it properly. I’ll blame the fact that I was typing left-handed,’ he murmured, shifting his bandaged arm again as he began re-scanning the rest of the list. His pen paused above the line about ‘suspension’ and my eyebrows rose. ‘This isn’t something we’ve done, but I’d like to try it in the future at some point if you’re willing. After the pregnancy, of course.’ Turning to me with a wicked glint in his eye Nathan smirked, ‘You’d like it too, Stella, I’m sure of it.’ Just his lower, breathy tone made my stomach clench with excitement. ‘Trussed up and hanging helplessly while I tease you and pleasure you in all manner of ways …’ He left the rest of his sentence hanging and I found myself shuffling on the sofa as I became aware of moisture gathering between my thighs. Laughing at my shift Nathan similarly adjusted his groin before turning back to me with a serious expression on his face as he held the papers towards me.

  ‘Please sign? For me? Both parts?’ he asked in a softer, almost desperate voice. ‘I need to know you’re mine, almost as much as I need to know that I’m in control, Stella, it’s really important to me. This contract will give me both of those things. Don’t let the second page bother you, it just enforces the ways I can keep you safe whilst also satisfying my dominant side. It’ll help keep me grounded. I need it.’

  Watching his eyes you would never know that Nathan was laying it all on the line to me. They were fixed with determination as they flickered across my face and returned to my eyes. But I’d heard the insecurity in his declarations, and after being with Nathan for this long I knew just how big of a deal this must be for him if he was willing to open himself up to me this much.

  Before I could vocalise my agreement Nathan reached up and using his one good hand preceded to pry off my precious necklace with some considerable difficulty. Then he silently reached into his pocket and removed a long black box. Clicking it open I gasped as he took out another necklace, still beautiful, but with a noticeably chunky clasp at the back. ‘Think of this as my version of a wedding ring?’ he asked huskily as he held the box out for me to inspect. It was gorgeous, similar in design to my old one but with the addition of some tiny light pink stones. ‘Please say you’ll wear this and sign the papers?’ he urged me again, his tone touched with a hint of desperation now.

  Raising my head I locked my stare with his. Blue pools swimming with hope and love reflected back at me and it was all I could do not to cry with happiness. ‘Yes, Nathan, I’ll sign. I love you.’

  Before I even registered him moving I heard the box snap shut as he circled my waist with his good arm and tugged me sideways to crush me against his warm chest, ‘Thank God for that, I thought you were going to say no for a second there,’ he muttered into my hair, dropping a series of hot open mouthed kisses along my neck.

  Finally levering myself away I gazed at the box again and smiled a huge goofy grin as I took it from his hand and opened it up again. OK, so it wasn’t a huge sparkly engagement ring, but to someone like Nathan this was just as significant, if not more so, and for that reason it was utterly perfect to me. ‘I love it, Nathan, thank you.’

  ‘I’m glad.’ He held my hand and gently rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. ‘I wish I wasn’t one handed at the moment,’ he grumbled. ‘Can you put it on while I lock it?’ Smiling shyly I felt my heart accelerate in my chest as I took the beautiful necklace from the box and held it around my neck, securing the clasp. I felt Nathan fumbling one handed at my nape, and then heard a tiny click followed by a satisfied hum from Nathan. ‘Mine,’ he murmured, dropping a kiss on my neck. ‘I love you, Stella.’ Lowering his tone he leaned around and this time dropped a kiss by my ear, ‘and so much more …’ I loved the way he repeated the words he’d written in his heartfelt note to me.

  Leaning back from him I picked up the paperwork again, ‘Do you have a pen?’ Grinning like a little kid Nathan strolled over to the desk and retrieved a very fancy-looking fountain pen, which he handed to me. Skimming the contract again my hand hovered over the dotted line as I frowned, ‘I don’t want your money, Nathan,’ I said, indicating to the clause that stated that I had full access to his bank accounts and would receive half of his net worth if we split.

  ‘The clause stays,’ Nathan responded in a gritty tone. ‘You are carrying my child, Stella, I need to know that if something happens to me you’ll both be OK financially.’ Rolling his shoulders awkwardly he continued, ‘And the second part about us splitting up stays too, if we did ever split up it would no doubt be down to some fuck up I’ve made, and again, I’d want to know you were provided for.’

  ‘It seems I have more faith in you than you do yourself,’ I whispered as he slid an arm around my waist, but frowned. ‘I’m with you, Nathan, and I love you. All of you, your past, your dominance … everything. You’re not going to fuck up.’ I stated defiantly against his lips before scrawling my name on the contract.

  ‘There you go, hot shot, all signed. Just make sure you stick to your end of the bargain and keep me regularly serviced. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m going to snap in two,’ I joked sarcastically.

  ‘Mockery, Stella?’ he murmured ominously. Sitting up a little straighter Nathan narrowed his eyes at my sardonic comment and observed me heatedly for several seconds in a way that very quickly made my knickers even wetter than before. How he could arouse me so much without even touching me still never failed to amaze me. Taking his time, no doubt to build the anticipation, Nathan carefully folded our new contract in half, aligning the corners, and creasing the paper with the utmost precision before he placed it on the arm of the sofa and gave it one simple tap with his index finger. ‘There’s nothing on this new contract that says I can’t keep you in line and demand pay back for these outbursts of your cheeky mouth.’

  I was utterly stunned into silence by his sudden change. Not to mention ser-i-ous-ly turned on. When Nathan did his full domination thing it was literally one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced, and I was thrilled that it was making an appearance n
ow. Quite apparently signing that contract had been all he’d needed to get his Dominant mo-jo back.

  ‘If you do a good job at this apology task, then I’ll make sure you get very well pleasured afterwards, Stella,’ he said, emphasising the word ‘very’ in a dark, velvety tone full of wicked promise. I was about to ask what my task would be, but then Nathan lifted his hips slightly, unzipped his trousers, and shuffled them down with his good hand to free his solid erection. Then tipping his chin in the direction of the floor he smirked at me, ‘On your knees, Stella.’

  Even with the pretence that he was ‘ordering’ me to go down on him, Nathan seemed intent on looking after me even more than usual and took my hand to help me into place. Once I was knelt between his legs he nodded in satisfaction, but then before I’d even had a chance to start he frowned and set about shifting me so he could place a cushion below my knees. I nearly laughed, he’d never outwardly considered my comfort to this degree before, and besides, the study had thick, plush carpet so the pillow was quite unnecessary. I felt like reminding him that I was just in the early stages of pregnancy, not rheumatism, but I didn’t complain – his little fussing motions just acted to show how much he cared.

  Once he seemed content with my positioning he gave an almost imperceptible nod to signal that I could begin. Licking my lips in anticipation I wrapped a hand around his pulsing cock and began a slow lazy up and down with my fist, watching with satisfaction as his head fell back in pleasure and his usually controlled hair flopped messily across his brow. Smiling to myself at how well recovered he looked, I decided that after last week’s fear of losing him I’d try to make this the best blow job of his entire life.

  I desperately attempted to call to memory every woman’s magazine and advice column I’d ever read about oral sex, and then set about applying what I could remember. Leaning forwards I maintained the slow pace with my hand, but gently grazed my lips against his erection, fluttering light kisses along the underside and making sure to lick at the little bundle of nerves where the head of his cock met the shaft. This move was particularly successful and had Nathan groaning and thrusting his hips upwards, seeking my mouth. After teasing him for a few more seconds by licking his tip like it was my favourite ice-cream I finally gave him what he wanted and took him into my mouth, exploring with my tongue and sucking gently.

  Truthfully I wasn’t great at taking him too deep into my mouth – Nathan was pretty big and I had a sensitive gag reflex, but I simulated a deeper penetration by firmly gripping the base of his shaft and wrapping my lips around the head so they nearly met the top of my hand. Moving my hand and mouth simultaneously caused Nathan to swear and start shifting restlessly below me. Although he was getting rather fidgety from excitement I noticed that Nathan was still treating me like I might break at any moment. He usually liked to sink his hands into my hair and guide the rhythm, but today he wedged his good hand below his thigh, presumably to avoid the urge of grabbing me and thrusting into my mouth with abandon.

  With the cushioned knees, gentle treatment, and his obvious attempts to reign in his urge to thrust, I had to say that Nathan’s self-control was rather admirable, and made me feel so loved and protected that my heart swelled in my chest and I upped my game in an attempt to make up for everything Nathan was holding back. I carefully got my teeth in on the action, gently gliding them down his shaft and following it up with soothing licks of my tongue. ‘Christ, Stella! Fuck!’

  I grinned at his desperate tone and hummed my appreciation around his cock, which only seemed to further fuel his arousal as I felt him swelling even more. My eyebrows rose at his response to such a simple act and I mentally added “humming with him in my mouth” to my checklist for next time.

  From the groans resonating from Nathan’s throat and his barely contained movement I could tell he was fast approaching his climax and so I began to move my mouth at just the speed he liked, hollowing out my cheeks as I added in the harder sucks he loved, and got my fingers into the mix by fondling his balls and perineum which made him moan loudly in appreciation and give the tiniest upward thrust in response.

  Any concerns I had that Nathan might not be enjoying this ‘vanilla’ version of a blow job were erased the second he came; exploding into my mouth violently with a barked curse, his hips finally jutting upwards and his hand coming up to stroke my hair as he groaned my name repeatedly and gradually began to come down from his high.

  Dragging me up his body he snuggled me against him and we must have stayed there for at least ten minutes in contented silence, half sitting and half lying on the sofa. ‘Well, I have to say, you exceeded all expectations with that one, sweetheart,’ Nathan growled, ‘Now you’ve made my day, my fucking year, by signing the contract I think it’s only right that I fuck you to seal the deal …’ he stated in a low tone that was saturated with lust. Considering he’d come just a few minutes ago I was still pretty amazed when he shifted below me and I felt his rock solid erection rub against my bum. Swallowing loudly at this sensation, not to mention his heated words, I felt my insides heat with the promise of things to come. Who knew that writing my name on a piece of paper could have such an impact on him?

  The fire in his eyes told me that this wasn’t going to be a drawn out love making session, plus we’d be dangerously close to being disturbed by Marcus who was planning on coming round today whilst we were both at work to spend the day in the kitchen.

  ‘Get naked, Stella.’ There was no hesitation in my mind, my dress and underwear were gone in a flash and then Nathan was standing, grabbing my hand, and dragging me towards him and kissing me like he wanted to crawl inside me. Sliding a hand around his neck I pulled his mouth down to meet mine in a hard kiss which he returned with gusto, his hot tongue seeming to be everywhere all at once. All of a sudden the signed contract wasn’t on the desk any more, and neither were his pen, briefcase, or stationary pad. All had been brushed to the side with a wild sweep of his arm. Nathan, still fully dressed just with his zip undone and cock standing out proudly, propelled himself backwards onto the desk and dragged me to him with a groan that sounded like a roar.

  Nathan helped me up onto his desk so I was straddling him and then kissed me once more for good measure, ‘I’d like to be the one in control, but this bloody plaster gets in the way,’ he grumbled, but then his eyes flashed and he grinned up at me, ‘Actually, given the circumstances of our new contract this is perfect. Give yourself to me, Stella, make love to me. I’m yours now, just as much as you are mine.’

  His words were just perfect, so nodding slowly I lifted my hips and used a hand to guide him to my entrance before sinking down on him inch by inch. Even though he was underneath me there wasn’t much doubt about who was in control; Nathan used a tight grip on my hip to lead our movements as our hips ground against each other, the fabric of his trousers deliciously soft against my thighs. ‘I’m going to stain your trousers,’ I gasped in between breaths, realising that because he was still basically dressed my excessive moisture would be rubbing all over the expensive suit.

  ‘I don’t care. Don’t fucking stop, Stella,’ he demanded through gritted teeth as he thrust upwards into me. With a grin I decided to be the perfect sub for a change and obediently followed his instructions.

  Twenty-nine – Nicholas

  ‘That surely must be everything?’ Scratching my head I looked at the stack of decorations, name cards, table plans, and boxes of gifts scattered on the dining room table. Shaking my head in disbelief I blew out a breath and looked across at Rebecca, who was also eyeing the pile while nervously chewing on her finger nail with a very cute frown creasing her eyebrows.

  ‘Umm … I think so.’ Seeing her wince as she caught a bit of skin in her chewing, I rounded the table and gently eased her hand away from her nibbling teeth before pulling her into my arms. ‘Hey, stop chewing, you’ll ruin your nails.’ I wasn’t exactly up on the latest manicure trends, but I was fairly sure that chewing on them just a day after they’d been don
e probably wasn’t ideal. Not that I cared what her nails looked like, I was marrying my Rebecca, the woman that had made her way inside my messed up heart and head, and after a good look around at all the crap stowed away in there, had miraculously decided to stick around.

  I didn’t need her all primped and prettied, as far I was concerned Rebecca was perfect as she was. Stella and Louise, however, had had other plans and had surprised Rebecca with a spa trip yesterday in preparation for the big day tomorrow. They’d been gone for most of the afternoon and when she had finally walked back in the front door Rebecca had looked so utterly relaxed from her facial, massage, and manicure that it was almost enough to tempt me to try it. Only the massage part, obviously – the girly facial and manicures I’d leave for Becky.

  Holding her close to my chest I rested my chin on top of her head and felt a grin stretch my lips as I surveyed the bombsite of my dining room. All the mess was worth it, because tomorrow I was marrying Rebecca. I couldn’t believe it had come round so quickly, but I couldn’t be bloody happier. She would finally be mine for good, and I couldn’t wait. ‘Stella’s got the list of things we need,’ she murmured into my chest, ‘Let me go and tick things off then we can start packing the car.’ Placing a kiss above my heart Rebecca hurried off in search of Stella just as Nathan appeared in the doorway.

  ‘If it’s OK, I really need to leave now, Nicholas, I just had a call about that house I mentioned to you earlier. It seems like the vendor might consider a slightly earlier sale if I view it today and give an answer by tonight.’

  ‘Is this the one in Belgravia?’ I enquired as I started to box up everything on the table ready for our drive up to the lakes.

  ‘No, even if you and I had combined our money that one would have taken us to near bankruptcy!’ Nathan laughed, and I smiled affectionately at his easy laughter. The difference in my brother since he’d made things more serious and ‘vanilla’ with Stella really was astounding; smiles, humour, he had even eased up on some of his obsessive ways. Possibly for the first time in our lives I was seeing him genuinely happy. After all he’d done for me I sincerely believed that he deserved it more than anyone.